there would be no happy endings.

for history would no allow 

two lovers to end up happy

not here, not now

nor this place.

it was not their fate.

but by the laws of the universe,

the morals of stories,

maybe if we could rewrite history,

there would have to be…

there’s got to be somewhere…

there has to be a place 

where we’re happy,

where we’re not some forgotten tragedy.

and that’s enough for me 

knowing we exist somewhere,

a better place than here,

the life we live now.

that there’s different incarnations of us,

parallel stories, second chances

because i can’t believe, 

i wont accept 

we only get the one story, 

the one lifetime. 

because for me i’d always want more. 

and if i could, i’d love you in every life.

i hope you know i would. 

and sometimes it breaks my heart 

knowing it wasn’t here and now.

–it was one of the many versions of us.